A Harry Potter Fanfiction:
Just Say You Need MeBy: kurokitenshii89
Rating: R (PG 13 at the moment)
Genre: Adventure/Action/Romance
Pairings: Draco/Harry (main), Ron/Hermione and OC/OC (sidekicks)
Summary: The life of Harry Potter, 'the Savior of Wizarding world' as many people called him, was far from ordinary. Just when Harry thought that there were enough weird things happening into his life already, Fate had to play against his will and add more, and more even weirder things in. SLASH DMHP and some RWHG.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all its characters belong to JK Rowling, Bloomsbury, Scholastic and/or Warner Bros Inc. I am not making any money out of this; so don't sue! You're going to get nothing, anyway. I'm definitely penniless.
I am not even sure this is my own idea as well! It is hard to be original on DMHP, so if you red my fic and found that it has similar plot to you, highest apology, it is caused by pure coincident.
Warning: This fic contains SLASH (boy/boy relationship), slight angst, OOCness, and OCs. If you're one of those pathetic homophobes out there and do not feel that the fic is up to your liking, please do not read!
Oh, and one more thing. I am sorry to say that I am just a mere Indonesian; I do not speak English for my mother tongue and I am repentant for every bit of mismatched word, grammar, punctuation, spelling, or any Literature mistakes here.
Status: Un-betaed
Prologue
Harry Potter jerked up suddenly from his bed; cold sweat dripping from his forehead, his breathing ragged. He couldn't remember what his dream was, but sure it was weird – it wasn't about Voldemort at all, or so he thought, because his scar was not showing any kind of pain. Harry knew he hadn't got many sleep since the night of Sirius's death, hell, he often had dreams about the events replaying in his mind and sometimes the dreams had got something to do with the Dark Lord's meeting with the Death Eaters, but this dream was not about that. It was more like…
Are you sure you can conquer the dark?
Harry shuddered at the thought. His stomach growled, begging for food, but he ignored it for the time being and continued to think about the dream he just got, trying to remember back pieces by pieces. All the time he was also trying to cast away the worries in his heart. The raven-haired boy was fated to murder or to be murdered by the Dark Lord, and that question might be a reflection of his uncertainties…
Why not make friends with the dark?
The Boy Who Live sighed, almost chuckling pathetically. Make friends with dark? That was absurd! He was not that desperate. People…many people had died just to protect him. Harry churned at the thought. Yes, many people had died just for him…His Parents, Cedric, Sirius…
What I mean is: why not make friends with the dark you can approach?
The emerald-eyed boy snapped at the voice. 'What the hell?' he thought frustratingly as he got up from his bed and changed his pajamas. Not bothering to try to tidy his hair – he knew it was like battling a losing battle – Harry went downstairs as his stomach made another growl.
As usual, as the skinny nearly 16 years old boy made his way to the kitchen, he felt every eyes fell on him. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon sent a glare to him before returning to their chores while Dudley, fatter than ever, went to scoop every food onto his plate.
Every food. Harry groaned mentally before he went to the kitchen, wanting to find something to eat, but there was absolutely nothing. The raven-haired boy could only sigh inwardly. Aunt Petunia had been tolerant enough to put him to live with them just to keep his mother's blood relation, but not tolerant enough to feed him. 'Darn…my supply from Honeydukes had run out a few days ago…I'm hungry,' Harry thought as he walked back to the dining room, 'I want food…'
And a very weird thing happened. A plate of toast and egg just so suddenly appeared in front of Harry's eyes, floating around the air.
The Boy Who Lived's eyes went wide as he made a gape. How on earth had the food just appeared in front of his eyes? He could feel Aunt Petunia made a look of horror and Dudley squeaked under the table while Uncle Vernon went to strangle the boy to the wall, knocking the food away. "Boy, what did you think you just do? I made it clear that no damn freaky thing is allowed in this house!" he hissed dangerously.
Harry tried to struggle. "I didn't do it! I don't know how it got there, I swear-."
Uncle Vernon tightened his grip. "Who on earth will believe such a lame excuse??" he shouted, putting more force.
Harry gagged as the fat man in front of him kept on pinning him. The boy reached out his hand, desperately wanting to gulp some air into his lungs. His face was turning slightly blue. 'God, am I going to die here?' he chuckled pathetically at the thought.
Just a mere moment after the thought, a word began to form inside the boy's head, so strong that it wanted to be said out. Harry winced. Gathering his last breaths, the boy muttered.
Allégé…
Almost as immediately as the word was said, a bright ball of light was emitted from Harry's hand, sending his Uncle flying across the room and hit his back hard against the table. Aunt Petunia gasped and went to her husband's aid instantly as Harry flopped down, trying to breathe properly.
Had he really done magic? The raven-haired boy cringed at this. He was expected into a hearing last time he emitted a patronus. This time he would undoubtedly be expelled from Hogwarts and forced to live a life as a Muggle.
The boy waited, waited and waited for an owl from Ministry of Magic to come and tell him that he was indeed expelled from his school and was to move out of Wizarding community,
But the owl never came.
Harry shrugged confusedly and began to look around before he found that Aunt Petunia was sending him a hatred look. The boy flinched. He knew better than to be in the dining room anymore. And so, Harry took a step upstairs and locked himself in his room.
'Great,' he thought as he ran his hand through his hair, 'after all, I'm the fucking Boy Who Lived; of course I can't lead an ordinary live, can I?' The boy slumped out for a while before realizing that he had forgotten to write to Lupin about his day. He shrugged and went to take his parchment and his quills before writing a small note saying that he was fine. He did not want to tell them about this just yet. Just yet…
Albus Dumbledore's blue eyes twinkled lightly behind his half-moon shaped spectacles as he sensed the magic, a small smile gracing his feature. The old Wizard was sitting behind the desk in his office, waiting for someone, or rather, somebody, to come. Just as he went to check his watch for the appointed time, the lights in the office died down and two figures just appeared so suddenly in front of him.
"Albus," greeted a female voice. Albus smiled and nodded to her figure and to the figure next to her. The female figure smiled and nodded back, but the other figure made no response. The female figure elbowed him on the chest as a deep sigh was heard and he finally nodded as well. Albus voluntarily went to ask the two figures to sit, but a cough interrupted him.
"I'd rather get all these things done with quickly," said a male voice.
A chuckle was heard. "Why, Albus wants us here for something big, does you not, Albus?" the female voice said as she sat on the seat in front of the Headmaster, who was nodding at her. She went to look at her partner, "You can be so thick sometimes." The two spoke with a weird accent, at least an accent you would not hear a Western speaking in.
A growl was heard before the male sat down next to her. "I knew it," he breathed.
Albus tilted his head interestedly. "So…" he began his statement, "how?"
The female figure made a smile. "Why, of course, we owe you one," she said, "We'll do the favor." She turned at her partner for agreement, and the male nodded firmly.
The Headmaster stood up and smiled. "Good! I take it you'll also be in Hogwarts next school year to be students."
The male snorted. "Why can't we be a teacher instead? Heard you ran out of Defense Against the Dark Art teacher. I don't fit being a student," he stated.
Once again, the female figure shook her head and elbowed the male. "He has awakened," she stated seriously.
The three figures went silent for a while before Albus made a swift move. The female shrugged in her seat as well. "And the other he would awaken in no time," she stated again.
The oldest Wizard sighed. "That is true."
The male figure shrugged. "What does it have to do with us being students?"
"Thick," the female retorted and received a glare from her partner. "Of course, to help to smooth things…" she whispered, a smirk graced her small features, "oh, this is going to be so fun."
The male shrugged after he realized what his partner was talking about. "Fun for you, for me not," he remarked before he dawned into a deep thought. "But hey, it can be fun, like you say, …" The male and female grinned evilly at each other.
"So much for today," stated Albus as he eyed the figures, "thank you for the favor. I would be expecting a lot from you two this year."
"Why, you're welcome, Albus," the female said as she moved close to the male, "see you again soon."
And with mutters of ancient spells and pops, the two disappeared from the office and the light went back to the office. The Headmaster sat back to his chair with a wider smile. A slight burden had been taken off his shoulders. He couldn't help but looking forward for the next school year.
"Harry, …"
End Prologue
Written: 1st May 2004 10:20 am
A/N: I'm sorry that the prologue had to be so full of mysteries, but I can't help it! Some of them will be answered next chapter if not the next chapter's next chapter then.
And I know people can't Disapparate or Apparate on Hogwarts ground. Just say these two figures are strong, okay, but not Mary-sue. Definitely not. For one, the male is rather thick.
Review, pretty please?
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